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As stated on my 'about me' page, I suffer from rather painful social anxiety & it inhibits my ability to reach out to/initiate contact with others, but I'm really a nice person (I swear! I have witnesses who can attest to this) and I'm actually extremely effusive and chatty once I'm comfortably enmeshed in a conversation with someone.

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